Rain streaming

 Rain streaming


Rain streaming down the window pane

Drops rolling down the Velux glass

Overlooking a saturated town 

That hasn’t seen sunshine since summer. 


Now is the winter of our wettest days

When cold grey clouds camp and overstay

Their welcome long worn out

Sodden streets glisten in the mist. 


On days like this it seems impossible

To imagine sunny streets again

Heads looking down avoiding pools

With sturdy hats tied beneath our chins. 


There is a rumor that the sun is shining

Two thousand miles from here

That children stream into the glare

Of sun when school is closing. 


Hard to conceive or to believe,

That this small earth has people

Swimming in the winter sea

While we wrap our raincoats tighter.  


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